Okay, so my title was a little sarcastic. This has become something we do regularly, but it's really not all that much fun. We farm some ground over in Jasper County that has a lot of rocks. They manage to work themselves to the surface, and we have to pick them up so they don't damage the equipment.

We cover the field like a grid and load rocks in the bed of the Ranger and the loader bucket of the Puma tractor.

I don't know how many loader buckets full we picked up.

Laura, Nanna, & Heather on the job.

Laura & Nanna

Laura got "promoted" to Ranger driver after her finger lost the battle with a spade. We made a trip to Lafayette to the urgent care for 5 stitches. When we got back to the field, Laura stayed behind the wheel of the Ranger.

Laura's finger is all healed now, and she is doing just fine. When we were finished with the field, Dad took us out to Dairy Queen for supper and blizzards.

As we were getting ready for church on Easter morning, we heard a knock at the door. Since most of us weren't dressed, everyone began scurrying around to get their clothes on before someone opened the door. Once we finally opened the door, there was nobody there! Just this note that said, "You have been egged!" Once the girls figured out what was going on, they came pouring out of the door, squealing.

They started running through the yard hunting eggs whether they were in their pajamas or their church clothes.

My uncle had dropped my aunt off on the road. She had ducked under the windows and run through the yard strewing eggs all over.

She had knocked and took off running to the "get away car." I don't know who had more fun…the girls hunting for eggs filled with money, candy, and prizes or my aunt and uncle.